Lore

Hawkeye Gough is one of the Four Knights of Gwyn and the leader of the Greatarchers, who wielded giant bows that fired large, dragon-hunting arrows.

Ironically, despite his name and renowned marksmanship, he believes to have been blinded.

Actually, the eye holes of his helm"were packed with tree resin by those who dismissed Gough as a brutish giant". He wields his own unique greatbow and makes his own arrows.

Gough reveals through conversation that he is well-acquainted with the Giant Blacksmith in Anor Londo. The blacksmith was likely the one who forged Gough's Greatbow and armour as this would explain why Gough's Hawk Ring is found in a chest behind him in Anor Londo.

Gough's armor has a medallion, "bequeathed by the Lord Gwyn Himself, and the dragon bone pauldrons are symbols of the highest honors".

His gauntlets and leggings were "crafted of similar material to the gauntlets worn by the Silver Knights".

Theories

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Dialogue

Hm? A visitor, have we? Thou must be the one who freed Artorias.
An old friend he was, and thanks to thee…
He left this world with honour intact. …And here I am, retired and blind.
Of little help to thee, I am afraid.

If thou seeketh to explore this domain, be wary of a black dragon.
I fear thee no match for this terrible beast.
Me? There is very little to be said. What good is a dog, with no hares to hunt?
…I am lucky to be alive, I suppose

Greeting (before encountering Kalameet)

Ah, hello there. What of Kalameet? He is an ancient dragon.
Skyward or no, he will not be put down easily.

Talking

I suspect thou hast taken a gander at it, but the Dark of the Abyss,
which swallowed poor Artorias, threatens to devour our entire land of Oolacile.
It seems that this dire fate is unavoidable.
But, seduced by a Dark serpent or no, they awoke that thing themselves, and drove it mad.
…One's demise is always one's own making.

If thine wish is to succeed poor Artorias, and challenge the spread of the Dark,
Then thou must face Manus, Father of the Abyss.
The Dark emanates from Manus himself.
Even if this land shall expire, thou may be able to prevent further corrosion.
…But even so, one day the flames will fade, and only Dark will remain.
And even a legend such as thineself can do nothing to stop that.
Now, do not mistake my words. I cherish my work. Wood carving is a nuanced art.
I would have much to talk about with that blacksmith.
In truth, how is the old chap, I wonder? Still hammering away, I should hope.

The dragons shall never be forgotten…
We knights fought valiantly, but for every one of them, we lost three score of our own.
Exhilaration, pride, hatred, rage… The dragons teased out our dearest emotions.
…Thou will understand, one day. At thy twilight, old thoughts return, in great waves of nostalgia.